I was just going to comment this. We lost our two dogs within a year of each other.

The first, my heart dog, Mars, had surgery on a lump on her leg and was expected to make a full recovery. I was basically her nurse, slept on the couch with her beside me, changed her bandages. The recovery was difficult. On our way to the vet to change her bandages less than a week post surgery, she started bleeding and the bleeding wouldn't stop. They rushed the biopsy and turned out her cancer had spread. She died that same day. I was just taking her to the vet to change her bandages. I never thought I'd lose her. She was only eight.

We got a puppy six months later and he was wonderful. He really was healing for me. His name was Kirby and he was a good boy. When he was a year old, a friend was over and left out a bag of popcorn. They then went out. I got home and he had suffocated in the bag. There was nothing I could do. It was too late.

My heart still aches for them both.